A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
  Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
  His parents give him love and affection
  To keep him strong moving in the right direction
  Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
  His father works some days for fourteen hours
  And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
  His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
  And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
  Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah!
  His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty
  Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
  To walk to school she's got to get up early
  Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
  Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum
  Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
  His patience's long but soon he won't have any
  To find a job is like a haystack needle
  Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
  Living just enough, just enough for the city...
  Living just enough...
  For the city... ooh, ooh
  (Repeat several times)
  His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
  He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
  He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
  He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
  Living just enough, just enough for the city...
  yeah, yeah, yeah!
  I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
  And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
  This place is cruel no where could be much colder
  If we don't change the world will soon be over
  Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
  La, La, La, La, La, La,
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  Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
  (Repeat to end)